So, I’ve decided to whip my abs into shape. Kapow! Like that and like this. I guess? I don’t know, I bet it takes more than 15 minutes a week to get that but 15 minutes is all I got.
I walk into abs blaster class feeling pretty good, probably because I’m familiar with blasting. I used to play Master Blaster for hours and I was great at it. Hours. This little dinky class is 15 minutes.
Leader begins by telling us to grab some balls. Good start.
A big ball and a little ball that comes in a variety of weights except not 1 pound or .5 pounds or 0 pound which is what I needed.
Then Leader tells us to sit down and bounce on the balls. I know, I know, with all my practice you’d think I’d be good at this part. You’d be wrong. First bounce and I practically ram my face into the floor. My sweet face – I can’t fuck it up!
Next comes lifting the balls above your head with your feet (!) and somehow not dropping them. It was nerveracking.
Then, just to make this post nice and round, I accidently walked into the men’s dressing room. Take from that what you will.